Insubordinate and churlish.
I’d like to thank my hosting company for reminding me that I had a much-neglected blog. Nothing like a notice that they’re turning off support for my existing database to motivate the version upgrade I’d been putting off for the better part of two years.
Cheers. How are you?
Whisky vending machines, people. A society that can let that fall by the wayside clearly does not have its priorities in order AT ALL.
I’m fine, how are you?
This has existed for years, and the intertubes have never brought it to my attention. I am disappoint.
61 and still kicking ass.
Fuck a bunch of leprechauns and clover. Have an original King Hell Drinker and bloody-knuckled punk at the height of his powers.
“If the lost word is lost, if the spent word is spent
If the unheard, unspoken
Word is unspoken, unheard;
Still is the unspoken word, the Word unheard,
The Word without a word, the Word within
The world and for the world;
And the light shone in darkness and
Against the Word the unstilled world still whirled
About the centre of the silent Word.
O my people, what have I done unto thee.”
The insidious creatures began their assault yesterday and caused the typical panic. Relief may not come for several days. Local authorities encourage everyone to remain indoors for safety.
Good night and good luck, people of Earth.
…a gift.
1) Suggest that any work of comic literature is not, in fact, the equal or superior to every other classic of world literature, up to and including Shakespeare. If you do, you’re being a tedious literature elitist, and missing the fact that Shakespeare is popular mainly for the fart jokes.
2) Suggest that anybody trying to keep certain not-really-for-kids comics out of the hands of 11-year-olds is anything but a censor-happy ogre out to destroy the intellectual culture of the nation.